"Pimpin' ain't easy, but it sure is fun..." -- Young Candicissima 12/18/03
It was one of those days that had the potential to turn bad really quickly. The job I've been working for the past 3 months is over, as I found the day of. My boss's time is done and when I asked if they were going to need me after that, I got the big "nope" with a side of "I'd forgotten about that! Thanks for reminding me!" Sure, no problem...bitch. But, it was also cleaning out the closet of designer wares day and I got a nice new bag (though it's pink, suede, and kinda mini-duffel like I wasn't going to let another opportunity for shit pass me by. Especially since my dear Moon was so upset that I let a pair from this spring line go because I couldn't think of anyone I knew who wore a 5 when they were presented to me. There's always Ebay...or a holiday present for an affiliated girl. Rissa was the lucky one in this case). As well as racking up on makeup as an editor cleaned out her stash. Let me tell ya, people, this is not the half of it. (And while I'm linking Gawker, I worked with her. She's so funny. We got a kick out of almost having the same name.)
Anyhoo, so I was bummed but not too bummed, especially since I gained $150 on crap returns. Woo hoo! Free shit plus extra cash! My kind of day! I went home and had a long good IM convo with Adi, friend from high school in Paris for the semester. We chatted about the old days and avoidance of real life adulthood and made plans to meet up when she gets back. I love how sometimes you can be so out of it and just talk to an old friend and afterwards feel like you've gotten everything realigned. The pimpin quote up top was made to her when she asked me how things were on the romantic front. I have been on a serious roll lately. All smiles in this corner. Not every little adventure is blogged after all.
A call from my Friendster got me out to Sapph where I chilled for a while but was not in the most social mood. I got cornered by her friend high on god knows what who wanted to talk my freaking ear off. Random magnet until the end. The place was getting on my nerves with yet another group taking over the place for some post-office Christmas party "fun." Despite my love of music and atmosphere, I hate crowds. I hate hate hate crowds. I need breathing room. I need space to keep people from stepping on my still fresh sneakers. I need freedom from obnoxious drunks. I think I'm retiring from Sapph until after the New Year. It's lost the charm and newness.
419 is a tool of evil because it has become one of those places where shit goes down. I've gotten into the habit of strolling through there for nightcaps and as a random magnet, having things kick into gear from there. Also, I recently realized that I could buy drinks there with my card and I end up drinking like a fish and running tabs, which always gets me where it hurts later. Plus I hate whiskey, but I always end up ordering and liking whiskey sours in there. It's like my personal opium den or something. This night, I got caught up in the typical way, despite having started off well and having the first drink be cranberry juice. I was on my 2nd sour, considering a 3rd (after having about 4 something or anothers at Sapph. Is there any wonder about why my liver's on strike?), when I saw a kid I recognized.
It was T from Wes, a guy a year behind me. Now, when I was a soph, still a bit of a wallflower before I came up with crazy schemes and The Continental shook me out of the stasis, I had a great big old crush on him. My girls and I arranged a "our favorite frosh" dinner in order to get me a bit closer to my goal, but once there the boy was so absolutely strange and off-putting that I shifted him to the "damned pretty but not pretty enough to make me forget he's dense as hell" box. Over the years, I'd run into him periodically, there'd be a bit of a spark, but never enough to make a difference. This night, he had bounced back from the rough patch he'd been in around April when I saw him last and was looking amazing. And no, I wasn't drunk. We started chatting and were hitting it off. He was completely on-point and I have to say it was a pleasure. To tell you the truth, I'm easy: enthusiasm, flattery, wit, and a bit of alcohol can get you just about anywhere. Anywhere being that I'm liking you. Everywhere involves luck and the alignment of elements in the universe...unless you're Farmer but that's a whole other story. He gave it a good try though...I got the full court press. I was definitely tempted, but another time perhaps. Numbers traded, split up at the subway station, end of story. I don't know how I made it into the subway car with how big my ego was at that point. My 19-year old self was doing cartwheels, but the almost 23 woman took it all in stride. I'm starting to note a strange pattern of running into folks I haven't seen a while and getting the most outrageous passes. Perhaps it's the Kangol. I can never retire it. It's obviously my lucky hat.
Posted by Candicissima at December 21, 2003 06:34 PM